“You want me to kiss you again?” I tease her softly.
She nods slowly. “I want to…see how I taste on you.”
Magnolia
He goes impossibly still, and I wonder if I’ve misspoken. Maybe that’s not what guys want to hear.
Good grief, I’m so terrible at this. I wince, closing my eyes with an inaudible groan. “I’m sorry. That’s probably—”
“The hottest damn thing I’ve ever heard?” His gravelly voice skitters along my body, leaving a trail of arousal in its wake. He drops tiny kisses along my jawline, and oh, sweet Lord, who knew that could feel so good?
Lips dance along my skin, his teeth gently nipping at me, and I don’t ever want him to stop. His hot breath washes over me, sending delicious shivers traveling down the length of my spine when he brings his lips to mine. “You taste so fuckin’ good.”
He captures my mouth, his tongue seeking out my own. Experiencing my own flavor intermixed with Hollis is more intoxicating than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I tug him closer, needing to feel him pressed between us. Hard. Heavy. Thick. When I reach for the waistband of his pants, his fingers latch onto my wrist, stopping me. I know the confusion is etched on my face, but he simply gives a little shake of his head.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His murmured words are gentle, but there’s a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I ask slowly, confused. I glance down between us at his obvious arousal. “Don’t you want—?”
His lips dust over mine, cutting off my words. He leans back slightly. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” After another soft kiss, his lips curve against mine in a smile. “I’m not done with you, baby girl.”
His mouth leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw, and when his lips find a sensitive spot near where my neck and jawline meet, I shiver. My nipples instantly harden in response. One large palm rests on my bare hip, and with aching slowness, it skims up my side beneath my shirt before pausing beneath the underwire of my bra. His thumb brushes the fabric, barely grazing over top my nipple, and I arch into his touch.
“Is this okay?” His hot breath against my neck causes a rise of goose bumps on my skin.
I nod before bravely offering, “You can take it off.”
The thumb caressing my bra-covered nipple stutters briefly before resuming its torture. He draws my earlobe into his mouth and gently sucks before releasing it.
“If I do that, I’ll want to get pretty well acquainted with these.” He cups a breast for emphasis.
My eyes fall closed as he rakes his teeth over my earlobe. “How well acquainted?” I whisper.
He nips at my earlobe again, sending shivers shimmying through me. His voice dips lower, heavy with arousal. “You want to know all the dirty things I want to do to you?”
All I can manage is a simple, breathless, “Yes.”
He lets out a small groan before propping himself above me, peering down with those deep brown eyes. Leaning his weight on one arm with our eyes still locked, he slowly lifts the hem of my shirt. But not once does his attention veer to my breasts. He holds my gaze as though he’s making sure I’m okay with this, with this progression.
Hollis Barnes has always had a heart of gold. I’ve known this from the start. But now, with the way he watches me for any sign that I’ve changed my mind, I realize he’s so much more.
The young boy I once knew who took it upon himself to protect me from anyone who hurt my feelings has turned into a man who’s still hyper aware and always looking out for me. Always protecting me.
Even if it’s from himself.
This sets him apart from guys his age who only focus on getting lucky with girls and partying.
His tongue darts out to wet his upper lip, his tone low and seductive. “I want to suck on your nipples like I did that night.”
A rush of breath escapes my lips. “I want that, too.”
His eyes flick to my mouth. “But I’ll want more if I do that.”
Arousal floods my bloodstream, making me ache with want. With need. “What else?”
His heated gaze practically incinerates me on the spot. “I’ll want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy grip me tight.” His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard. “Not sayin’ it to pressure you…” Somber eyes plead with me to believe him. “Because I’d never force you to do—”
I place my finger over his mouth to stop him and whisper, “I know.” I trace his full lips and his eyes fall closed, as though he’s memorizing my touch. Once I drop my finger from his mouth, his eyes open, and in a gentle, hushed tone, I say, “Tell me what else you want.”
His thumb rakes over top of my bra where my nipples prod against the fabric. “I’ll want you to ride me while I suck on these.”
A whimper escapes me, and my lips part on a panting breath. “What if I want that, too?”
His eyes flash, his tone hoarse. “Which part?”
“All of it.”
I barely get the last word out before his mouth captures mine in a kiss that’s frantic and needy and wet. Devouring. Our tongues tangle and I clutch at him, desperately trying to draw him closer.
He removes my shirt, and his fingers snake beneath me to unfasten the clasp of my bra, quickly tossing it aside. The contact of our heated flesh, without any barrier between our upper bodies, makes me frantic with the need for more.
His fingers tunnel into my hair, steering my head as he takes control, his mouth on mine, branding me with its scorching heat. The sensation of the hard angles of his body against my softer curves has me gasping against his lips. I can’t get enough of his kiss, of his touch. I might not be experienced, but no other guy has made me feel like this when they kissed me.
Desired.
Sexy.
Beautiful.
Loved.
Deep down, I know this could blow up in our faces, but I love Hollis, and he’s the only guy I truly trust. I know he won’t do me wrong, and he’ll always respect me.
I skim my palms along the sleek muscles of his back before dipping beneath the waistband of his khakis. My fingertips graze the tops of his firm glutes, and he groans against my lips, drawing away slightly. His mouth is swollen from our kisses, and we’re both slightly out of breath.
He closes his eyes on a wince. “God, your hands on me…” He trails off with another groan when I sweep my fingertips along his sides, and he arches into my touch.
“I want to touch you.” I wait for his eyes to open and find mine. “Will you let me?”
His jaw tightens, and for the briefest moment, I wonder if he’ll say no. Finally, he gives a short nod and rolls onto his back, bringing me with him.
I rise to my knees, straddling him, and smooth my hands down his firm pectorals and lower over his hard abdominals. The muscles flex beneath my touch, his breathing becoming choppier. I unfasten his pants and pull down the zipper, tugging them down his hips and legs. He kicks them off, leaving him in only a pair of dark gray boxers.
The length of his erection presses firmly against the fabric, creating a firm ridge. My fingers tuck beneath the elastic and gently ease it down over his length and off his legs. Then I take a moment to get my fill of him.
The hard curves and indentations of his body are fascinating. I track my eyes down his form, drinking in the sight before my gaze returns to his. He watches me with a hint of amusement, one arm bent, the large bicep thick and on display with a hand tucked beneath his head.
“What do you think?” he asks in a husky voice.
A slight smirk tugs at the edge of my lips, and my eyes are drawn back to where he’s impossibly hard. When I lightly trace my index finger along his length, he jerks in response. Startled, I draw back, but he stops me, cinching my wrist in his grip. He guides my hand to him once again.
“Just sensitive,” he says gently. “Touch me all you want.”
I curl my fingers around him, and he’s so thick I wonder how he’d even fit insi
de me. He’s velvety smooth yet hard as steel. Using the pad of my thumb to gather the moisture lingering in the slit at the very tip, I bring my thumb to my lips, unable to resist my curious desire to taste him. The instant I suck the salty fluid off, he lets out a muttered, “Fuck,” as a shudder wracks his body.
The visible effect my touch has on him sends a thrilling surge of power rushing through me. I scoot back, gathering my hair to one side, and press a light kiss to the head.
“Is this okay?” I murmur, dropping another soft kiss to it. “Can I…?” I hesitate before whispering the rest. “Put my mouth on you?”
His hips jerk as though a jolt of electricity shocked him, but what urges me on is the way he says my name on a tortured moan. A muscle in his jaw clenches, and he grits out a simple, “Yes.”
I lower my head and wrap my lips around him and suck gently, experimenting to see what he likes. Gliding my tongue along his hard length, I work my mouth up and down. With each of my movements, with each lick and suck and glide of my mouth, I watch him. To gauge his response.
His hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, his flared nostrils, the way his lips part, the rough sounds ripped from his throat, and the way the cords of his neck appear strained send satisfaction coursing through me.
The veiny ridges of his erection fascinate me, and I run my tongue along them before taking him in my mouth as deep as I can. Another shudder rolls through his body, and his hands fly to my hair to fist it tightly, a look of agony on his face.
“Holy fuck, yes,” he grits out. His eyes close briefly as if he’s fighting to maintain control. When they flare open, his heated gaze locks on me, practically singeing me. “So fuckin’ good.”
When I suck a little harder, he releases a strangled moan and one hand leaves my hair to fist the blanket in a punishing grip. His hips arch into my touch, and it urges me on.
As I slide my mouth down on another stroke, his sudden grip on my shoulder draws me to a surprised stop. “I want my mouth on you at the same time.”
It takes me a moment to realize what he means, and when he tugs, guiding me to straddle his face, my own face heats up with embarrassment.
It quickly fades because he doesn’t hold back. He grabs my hips and pulls me down to his mouth. His tongue dives inside me, tasting me deep. I clutch at his firm thighs, delicious shivers racing through my body as he devours me.
“Hollis.” His name falls from my lips in a whimper before I force myself to regain focus and slide my mouth down over him. I want to make him lose control like he made me. And by the way he’s torturing me, I reckon it’s a safe bet he’ll make it happen again.
His powerful grip holds me in place while he teases me with his tongue and lips. Whimpers bubble up from my throat while I slide my mouth up and down his rigid length.
Hollis glides a thick finger through my wetness, thrusting in and out, tormenting me and making me ache for more. Fastening his lips around my clit, he gently sucks before grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth. He gives my wet core a deep, openmouthed kiss and that’s all it takes to send me tipping over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me, my breath rushing out hot and fast, and shudders take hold. I can’t retrain a whimpered moan, even while my lips are still wrapped around his length.
A low, almost tortured-sounding growl rumbles from him, the subtle vibrations teasing my sensitive flesh. In a haze of euphoria, my hips thrust against his face as I ride out my release.
Once I finally settle from the orgasm-induced high, he carefully shifts me off of him. Pressing me back against the blanketed mattress, he props himself on his forearms above me.
I frown in confusion, my attention darting between his face and his obvious arousal. His thick erection, still slick from my mouth, brushes against my hot skin, sending shivers skittering down the length of my spine.
His eyes bore into mine, heavy with lust. When he closes them on a brief wince and groans, “God, I want inside you,” I urge him closer.
Wrapping his long, thick fingers around his length, he guides the tip to my entrance, dragging it through my folds. His eyes track the movements as if he’s mesmerized by the act. Suddenly, he stops with a muttered expletive.
I stiffen in alarm. “What’s wrong?”
He drops his forehead to my shoulder. “I don’t have anythin’.”
Without realizing it, the words spill out of my mouth. “I’m on birth control, and…well”—my voice fades, sounding small and hesitant—“you know I’ve never done this before.” The need to have him inside me is all-consuming.
Slowly, he raises his head, affection lining his features. “Shortcake, I’d never do anythin’ to put you at risk.” His brows slant together severely. “I promise you.”
“I know.”
“But you know there’s always a chance…”
I reach up and palm the side of his face. “Please, Hollis.”
He doesn’t say a word, studying me carefully as if he’s searching for a sign of hesitation. When he doesn’t find any, his eyes fall closed, and he presses his face into my palm, like he’s basking in my touch.
Those brown eyes open and the hunger in the depths nearly robs me of breath. He lowers his lips to mine, and his kiss… It’s a kiss unlike all the others. His lips touch mine with a tender reverence that brings me to tears.
This is what everyone strives for. Kisses that not only affect you on the surface but reach inside to touch your soul. More than that, though, they settle even deeper.
They become imbedded in the depths of your heart.
Hollis
Something’s shifted. My heartbeat thunders so loud within my chest, I swear the whole neighborhood can hear it. Deep down, I think I realized this wouldn’t be like any other time. This is just more because it’s Magnolia.
I fist my cock and guide the tip to her entrance, dragging it along her wet lips. Even knowing I need to be gentle, it’s a strain to hold back and resist the urge to drive into her, knowing she’ll be as tight as a fucking vise.
My hand’s unsteady, affected by a slight tremor filled with both need and the weight of what’s about to happen. Because this is more than sex. More than fucking.
I’m about to make love to my best friend. To the girl—to the woman—who’s had my heart from the very beginning. She’s always been there for me.
I press inside her a fraction, and when she gasps, I freeze, but she urges me on.
“It just caught me off guard.” Her voice sounds a little hoarse. “The stretchin’.”
“It’ll probably hurt.” I bite my lip with worry because the last thing I want to do is hurt her in any way. Fuck, I’m more nervous now than I was when I lost my virginity with Charlotte. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.”
“I will.”
I sink in farther, and goddamn, she’s so damn tight she’s nearly strangling my dick already. She’s slick and hot, and the way her breath catches, the way her inner muscles clench me tight every time I inch inside farther, has me gritting my teeth, fighting for restraint.
“Hollis.” She gasps, her hands clutching at me, thighs tightening at my waist. With her legs cinched around me, she uses them to tug me closer, and that’s when I surge forward, burying deeper.
Her entire body goes rigid with discomfort and apologies instantly fall from my lips.
“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I sprinkle kisses along her face. “So sorry.”
I try to give her time to adjust, continuing to drop kisses along her jaw and gently graze her earlobe with my teeth. All the while, I whisper to her. I tell her how beautiful she is, how honored I am to be her first, and that I love the feel of her heartbeat against mine.
I love you. These words catch in my throat. Intense emotions barrel through me in their wake, but once they settle, I realize it’s only truth.
After a long moment passes, she finally releases a slow breath. Her hands move to my head, and her fingers sink into my hair, combing it back.
I r
aise my head, and blue eyes filled with what looks like wonder lock with mine. “I feel so full.” She shifts, and I groan in response, my eyes falling closed on a wince. Then she whispers, “I love the way you feel inside me.”
Fuck me. She has no idea what her words do to me. My cock jerks in response, and she lets out a little moan. I roll my hips tentatively, and when she doesn’t wince but urges me on, I continue with shallow thrusts.
Her palms move to my ass, and I press deeper, fitting my mouth to hers. I taste her, my tongue toying with hers while I thrust, her pussy gripping me with her searing-hot tightness.
I break the kiss but leave my lips barely on hers. “Time for you to ride me, baby girl.”
Without waiting for a response, I roll us over so that she’s on top. I can tell as soon as she lets out a little gasp and, “Oh!” that she feels how much deeper she sinks down over me.
It’s fucking heaven.
I let my palms slide up from her hips to cup the weight of her tits in my hands, and when she arches into my touch, she sinks even deeper. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as lust shoots through my veins, and I struggle to draw in a breath.
She braces her hands on my chest and begins to move, working herself over my cock. Her tits taunt me so much I can’t resist pressing a hand to her back and drawing a nipple into my mouth.
I groan at the sensation of added wetness around my cock. I toy with her nipple, raking my teeth over the hardened tip before suckling it. Shit, I won’t last long if she keeps working her pussy over me like this. While I use my lips, teeth, and tongue on her nipple, my girl starts panting and does something that surprises the hell out of me.
She starts talking.
“Hollis,” she says, her breathing choppy. Gripping her hips, I pull her down while simultaneously giving an upward thrust, and she gasps. “You’re so deep.”
I raise my head to take her mouth again. Then I suck gently on her lower lip before releasing it. “I want you to come all over me.” My voice is rough, gravelly with arousal. Her inner muscles clench me in response.
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